Ask Me Not What I Have, But

Atheism Is The Last Word Of Theism

At First I Was Almost About To Despair, I Thought I Never Could Bear It — But I Did I Bear It. The Question Remains: How?

Poverty Sits By The Cradle Of All Our Great Men And Rocks All Of Them To Manhood.

From Every Englishman Emanates A Kind Of Gas, The Deadly Choke-damp Of Boredom.

The Violets Prattle And Titter, And Gaze On The Stars High Above.